Broken Laptop

The laptop died last weekend leaving no choice but to call up and arrange for me to have it fixed. This involves a courier coming to pick it up, meaning I have to hang around the flat all morning rather than going to work where I should be. Annoying. At around 11:45, the guy finally turns up with his special protective packaging, which I duly insert the laptop into. We seal the box, I sign one of those electronic signing things (which I always do a really bad signature on) and the laptop is driven away. Bye bye laptop, get well soon.

It's time for work, so I grab my things and head for work. Two thirds of the way there, I realise that I'm still just wearing the t-shirt I threw on in the morning and have forgotten to put some proper semi-smart work clothes on. Ooops. I head back to the flat, change into a shirt, and tuen back out to work. As I approach the railway tunnel, bingo, a 28 drives past. It's kind of a turquoise colour, and is heading towards town. It's 12:15.

To conclude, it's a bally good job the laptop broke down and that I subsequently tricked fate by "forgetting" to put the right clothes on hence delaying my arrival at the tunnel and seeing the 28 which fate had assumed I'd miss. Got ya, fate!